Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ossler. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Nas,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.